'So long,' said Macgregor, shortly.
'Haud on a meenute. I want to speak to ye. Ha'e ye done it?'
'Ay, this mornin'. . . . An' I'm gey busy.'
'Ye should leave the weemen alane, an' then ye wud ha'e time to spare.'
'What ha'e ye got to speak aboot?' Macgregor impatiently demanded, though he was in good time for his appointment.
'I was thinkin' o' enlistin',' said Willie.
'Oh!' cried his friend, interested. 'Ye've changed yer mind,
Wullie?'
'I've been conseederin' it for a while back. Ye needna think you had onything to dae wi' it,' said Willie.
'Ye've been drinkin' beer,' his friend remarked, not accusingly, but merely by way of stating a fact.
'So wud you, if ye had ma aunt.'